Chapter 277

Thinking of this, the nobles feared a full-scale war would break out!

A winged warrior suddenly flew down from the sky, grabbing the blue-robed official by the neck—he was clearly preparing to make the fellow lead the way.

Meng Ying was about to issue an order when suddenly, intense magical fluctuations surged!

Meng Ying's gaze sharpened as she saw among the crowd a figure in a long robe, whose garment stirred without wind; around him, ordinary civilians had been blasted away by the magical ripples!

"Minor Nether Spell!"

Meng Ying let out a soft murmur of surprise.

Eighth Rank is a Nether Spell mage.

The power of a Nether Spell is immense, and many have terrifyingly vast attack radii.

If it is a Seventh-Rank, a single Grand Mage can decide the outcome of a ten-thousand-man war.

An Eighth-Rank Nether Spell mage can match a hundred thousand troops!

A single Nether Spell can strike an area measured in square kilometers!

If both sides have Nether Spell mages, it's manageable; but if only one side does, unless they have so many troops that they can drain the mage's magic, there's no fighting to be done.

A Nether Spell can sometimes be even more powerful than a Divine Art.

Since Divine Arts require the deity to transmit power from the Distant Heavenly Realm, of 100 units sent, at most 10 arrive—when dealing with a stingy deity, a divine art is barely stronger than a large-scale spell, or even weaker.

And deities are basically never generous.

But a Nether Spell is the mage's own secret weapon!

Of course, under normal circumstances, a Nether Spell mage's magic and mental energy can only sustain one or two casts.

Generally, only after reaching Seventh Rank can one cast a diluted version of a Nether Spell, called a Minor Nether Spell—its power is less than one-tenth of a true Nether Spell.

But its power is still astonishing!

If cast here, at least half of these two thousand winged warriors would die!

"It's Oliver, the mage of the Slo family!"

A noble recognized Oliver and cried out in shock.

Oliver!

This name is extremely famous in the eastern region!

The Slo family's mage, a young prodigy barely in his thirties, a genius of the highest order!

Every civilian present knew his name!

"Oliver is acting!"

"The people of Yan Kingdom are in danger!"

Oliver's Minor Nether Spell had already begun forming!

Above the winged warriors, a black cloud appeared.

Within the black cloud, countless bolts of Lei Guang darted about.

This Minor Nether Spell was clearly an electrical attack!

No need to guess—these lightning bolts would split into countless strands, enough to drown all two thousand winged warriors.

At this rate, it would land in no more than ten seconds!

"Attack! Kill him!"

Many winged warriors sensed the threat and immediately nocked arrows, firing at Oliver.

But around Oliver, a transparent barrier held firm, blocking even the winged warriors' arrows!

Oliver chanted incantations, raising both hands; on his fingers, a pale green ring glowed with light!

"Liu Li Ring—that's the sacred artifact the Slo family bought at great cost! The Liu Li Ring can attack and defend! Heaven, Oliver is even using a sacred artifact—he means to wipe out every last person of Yan Kingdom!"

A noble cried out in alarm.

"A Sixth-Rank mage who can cast a Minor Nether Spell? Clearly the ring's doing. The spell is already formed—killing him won't stop it. We must dispel the spell first."

Meng Ying sensed the situation and murmured to herself.

Then she leapt lightly, soaring into the air like a celestial fairy, flying toward the black cloud above.

This Minor Nether Spell pales in comparison to the attack from the Abyssal Demon God that had been attached to the Lion Clan's Grand Priest!

Back then, the entire sky, tens of kilometers across, was covered in black clouds!

That black cloud was Immensely Heavy, containing unimaginably terrifying energy!

Had that Abyssal Demon God's attack fallen, it could have instantly slaughtered tens of thousands of troops from the City of Miracles.

And if it had wished, it could have destroyed the Lion Clan's Wang Cheng outright!

Compared to that, this black cloud was like children playing house!

Though Meng Ying is not Lin Yan, as a Seventh-Rank Grand Mage, dealing with this black cloud would be no harder for her than it would have been for Lin Yan to face the Immensely Heavy clouds over the Lion Clan's Wang Cheng.

"Heaven, how is she flying?!"

On the ground, as Meng Ying rose into the sky, many screamed in shock!

No wings—and yet she flies!

Only two kinds of people can do this.

Mages of Seventh Rank or higher!

Knights of Eighth Rank or higher!

Like the beastmen—even Eighth-Rank warriors cannot fly; they must reach Ninth Rank!

Mages cultivate magic, knights cultivate battle aura, while other warriors cultivate all manner of strange powers—some rely purely on physical strength to achieve such combat prowess.

Meng Ying wore a flowing gown, was human, carried no sword or weapon, and held a staff—clearly a mage.

So after their shock, everyone quickly realized.

Grand Mage!

Yan Country actually sent a Grand Mage over!

And this Grand Mage is even a young-looking girl!

Before these people could react further, they saw Meng Ying fly onto the black cloud and extend her hand, gently tapping it.

"Boom!"

Everyone saw that within the black cloud, intense flames erupted instantly.

The fire was so fierce that in the blink of an eye, it completely burned away the entire black cloud!

You even burned the black cloud to nothing!

This minor forbidden spell unraveled on its own.

Below, Oliver of the Slo family was utterly stunned.

His minor forbidden spell had been undone in such a way!